I crashed my car into a bridge

Ellis had feelings good and bad about coming here. She didn't regret it, no, but she regretted having left Othello and the children that day to gather herbs. For her accident. For her lost memory. Parts were still so foggy, trying to piece together her past. So many fragments, like parts of a beautiful crystal that just wouldn't look right until she had them all again. But she knew, no, she knew that she had hurt the other woman so. She had hurt Othello. She hurt innocent children. Accident or not... it was her fault that they fell apart.

The healer set down the catchweed she had collected. Useful herb, but a bit awkward to carry with how fuzzy it was. Still, if someone got hurt and she needed to make a poultice it would be needed to make sure that it wasn't rubbed off. The woman let out a soft sigh, sitting by the den she had chosen for her own and her main herb storage. She felt like she had lost part of herself, unsure of where to go and where to turn. Imperium was home now but... there were still some broken things she needed to fix.

"Wind, Guide Me." Ellis would say softly to herself, a sort of prayer among her former pack. Even that part of her past was patchy... but she still remembered some of the things she learned there. Had kept with her throughout her life.



"Speech"

"Settle down." Said my heart.

...and so here it was I would settle down.